FROM SCRATCH

In almost a whisper 

Out of desperation 

She uttered

“Please come by the apartment tonight”

"I’ll wait by the window to let you in"

He looked straight into her eyes

Said nothing in affirmative 

And walked away

With part of her heart in his pocket.

The rest of the day went by in a blur 

Like the light of the sun that gives sight has been snuffed out of day and given to the night.

As the night was the only thing she could see 

And Look forward to. 

Night came 

So did her anxiety 

With full force. 

Paces back and forth 

Hour after hour 

Time was ticking but not fast enough 

Sighs upon sighs 

She seats on the window pane 

And he’s still not in view

Her night as dark as ever.

Finally she settles on the 

White two seater couch 

And rests her head on its arms 

As her body was catching up 

With the tiredness her heart felt.

“It’s raining there’s no way

He would ride all the way 

On his bicycle to see me”

She said with a sadness of a dejected soul and broken heart. 

She falls asleep 

And even in her dreams 

He was the subject of her imagination

“He might just be the one that got away

We could’ve had the most beautiful life together”

She thinks 

She awakens 

From the loud clap of the thunder 

To a tears drenched couch 

And one more time 

She runs towards the window 

For hope lurking 

Or a confirmation of her deepest regrets.

Ten, thirty, sixty seconds looking through the window 

No one is outside 

The second minute 

Someone with a bicycle approaches 

But it’s not him 

The third, fourth and fifth minute passes too 

But in the sixth

She spots what looks like a black and white stripped apron 

And she knew it had to be the Italian chef that stole her heart 

He lifts his head and looks at her through her window and smiled knowingly 

As if to tell her 

“Nothing can keep me away from you, not even the rain”

Her heart leapt 

Her eyes wept 

And she skedaddled 

Into the beginning of forever 

Ifedolapo